I have two ridiculously adorable children, who are thriving and healthy. We have clothes on our back, food in our bellies and a roof over our head. But aside from all of our Western privileges, I have a lot more to be grateful for. When I need help remembering what some of those are, THIS POEM sometimes does the trick.
I have a Saviour that loves me — a Saviour that, aside from my utter failures; my lack of patience, my selfish ambitions and my apathy, came to earth as a sweet babe and died, bringing freedom and shining light. He then leaves a Helper to guide and comfort me each and every day, through every circumstance, good and bad, whether or not I take the time to recognize Him there — His fullness in my heart, until the day comes when we can be together, face to face. I am thankful that I have a Savior that loves me that much. I am grateful that Jesus, born of a virgin, came to rescue me.
So when I feel as though I am drowning in the ‘if onlys’ , I want to turn my heart in gratitude toward this Christmas child just as the Saints of old did.